I continue loving you from a distance,
That one chance you had, you missed it.

You lit the flame, I ignited it, so I'm the one who's to blame.

I let you in, tried to open you up, while knowing what I was getting involved in...

You cut me off when I needed you most, tried to warm your heart, when I saw you were cold,
we've grown so close became vulnerable.

"I should have known."

Now I'm here, with my heart strings bleeding , because you cut them by leaving.

Right when I needed...
I pleaded...
But you're cowardly conceited...

You're afraid of love,
I can see it in your eyes,
"Don't look away."
No need to masquerade,
I see it through your cold disguise,
"Please be brave."
I know you want it,
you're suppressing it like I.

A part of me already knew you would do something like this...
I didn't want to believe that it was true.
Why would you start pretending I never existed?
"Just like I predicted."
You dismissed it,
Instead of trying to fix this.

"She puts too much make-up"
That's what they say.

They don't know that..
Foundation is for her pale skin
Concealer is for her stressed eyebags
Lipstick is for her sad lips
and eye-shadow is for her dead eyes

Is she conceited or she just hides everything well?
Think again.

I just feel there is
Something immortal
Inside our veins,
And perhaps I am conceited
But I mean it.

You make eternity
Possible with your gentle
swords of hands,
And perhaps I am defeated
But I feel it.


-- Eleanor

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Why did I worry
And why did I sin
And why was I just so conceited
And why did I roll in the mud of the world for so long

Why was I angry
And why did I cry
And why did I judge those I hated
And why did I waste love on those that I didn't care for

Even when darkness knew what I feared
He knew what I needed

Nobody tells you
it is okay to call yourself beautiful
it is okay to smile at mirrors
and it is perfectly fine
to say your own eyes are pretty

it is wonderful to love your waist
and your legs
regardless of their size
and you are not conceited
if you use your fingers to list
everything you’re good at
rather than point
at all your own flaws

you can acknowledge you’re smart
and that you will go places
and you will be someone
greater than your mistakes

you can’t always expect
other people to believe in yourself
for you

The world is conceited, that's easy to see.
People as a whole living egotistically.
We live in an era of self-image, self-lust.
We create a fabric of our lives that's just not us.
We show ourselves as beautiful and hide from the flaws.
When the flaws are what make us, no matter how small.
So stop living behind a vanity screen and face the world without fear.
Someone will find you beautiful, the love of your life, drawn near.
To the flaws and imperfections they can't see behind a screen.
Taking selfies isn't helping.
You're somebody's dream.

be conceited

love yourself
love every single aspect of yourself
your thunder thighs, your braces
your back fat, the way your jaw clicks whenever you eat
something crunchy
your allergies, your stumpy fingers
the hair on your arms, and the way that you always click your
pen even when people ask you to stop
love yourself
love yourself until the day you die
and if anyone ever calls you conceited
you tell them

                                                    **** yes i am
                                                             why arent you?